National party conference delegates at last got their teeth into something halfway through John Key’s speech: they whistled, hurrayed and clapped delight at close supervision of youngsters on benefits.
After a day and a-half of dutifully enthusing at ministers’ recitations of their good works, they could, briefly, be themselves, that is, true conservatives, believers in an ordered society and in punishment or correction of those who do not fit. Here those misfits are on expensive benefit rolls. In Britain they more expensively torch, loot and kill.